Neal McCoy - The city put the country back in me

^DI was born dirt poor on a dead end country road. My every dream was to just grow up and ^Ago. Like a ^Dsiren song those bright lights call my ^Gname. So I ^Dturned that country ^Aroad into memory ^Dlane.

But it wasnt long till my highbrow ways got ^Aold. I started ^Dmissin things that I thought I left beh^Gind. Till I ^Dfound two swingin ^Adoors beneath a neon ^Dsign.

^AThey were wirlin and a twirlin to the fiddle's and the steel gui^Dtars. Them city folk was drinkin from mason ^Ajars. I ^Dthink I found what paradise might ^Gbe. The ^Dcity put the ^Acountry back in ^Dme.

^DWhen you leave this farm, You don't have to clean your wounds. Just go on home and slip off them cowboy ^Aboots. Now it's the^D best of both worlds all I'll ever ^Gneed. The ^Dcity put the ^Acountry back in ^Dme.

^DYeah the city put the ^Acountry back in ^Dme.